And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and
George washington, and the rest in the basement
George bush denied it, now look at the problem you've created
Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit
I'd rather not live like there isn't a god
Caught george with a hand on his cock
I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love
Yalls shit is so simple, even george isnt curious
Your lies are fake as george bush/
Epic, they used to feed me detours
His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him
A roof for their stuff, shout out to george carlin
George jackson packin' a magnum
Yeah bitch this date's done
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